It seems that one of the perks of being willing to read outside the normal comfort zone is not in hopes of rebelling against traditional thoughts that have done me well for better than half a century, but in uncovering areas where I’ve allowed tradition to become habitually accepted, where maybe it ought not.
I have uncovered such a nugget; a treasure hidden in a field; a pearl of great price. Hopefully you’ll not think I’ve lost my mind here, but I’ve begun reading a Bible that doesn’t look like any Bible I’ve ever read before.
Put your pitchforks down please.
The Bible I’m reading now looks different because it doesn’t have any chapter numbers and verses. Each book simply reads through like the complete story it was meant to be when penned.
No, I’ll not be disposing of my chaptered and versed editions… it would be very difficult to follow my Pastor on Sundays, but it is very eye opening how differently the Bible reads (sorry if that sounds a little heretical… I don’t know how else to say it) without all those numbers and added texts of note. Maybe you’d be willing to try (or already are) this and lend some input.